(B.G.)Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shitBut a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprintThis Hot Boy click laid back and ???? niggaWe see them working on something look here we ridersAin't like working niggasAny block with a flussyThat goes for the boss tooWe ain't got no picks to choose itWe get cha if we gottaWig split cha if we gottaI know you ain't got word that every g's is a riderSo keep it on the D.LIf you got keys don't serve nobody but off V.L'Cause they play for keepsA one way ticket to hizell6 ft. deepIt's a filthy dirty rizellOn the U.P.TI was raised in the streetsBut I put it on my mindBy the time I was nineI was pushin niggaI was slangin that nine

(Lil Wayne)Na, Na, Na, NaNow them them don't want usThey know me and Turk don't fuss in the cornersThey already know that we brothers, BloodOr whatever you wanna call itClick up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholicsPlus we ballersSo whatever we spend the ?????????And we gone on twenny, twen, twens

(Turk)Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga)To the laneShots that close shop when the bullets start sparyingRun your mouth too muchBetter watch what cha sayinLike a nigga on the sidelinesNigga wearing ????

(Juvenile)I guess you probably thinkin there sayinWho's the muthafuckaNigga you's the muthafuckaThat ???? is a muthafuckaEither there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricksAnd I'm gonna ???? me niggaIf they put me in that shitLook I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folksPlay with me if you want but Cash Money going brokeEven if it means creepin up slowBusting out shots out my black VolvoFo sho, 'cause ain't nobody gonna run meI don't want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done meShe ain't bring me in the world for thatShe ain't raise no ho'sShe could have had a girl for thatI been realized, I'm all inSurrounded by the camoufalge, in ballinMake a nigga recognize, I'm starvinGo in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callinCause ain't no ????You better leave that 45 at your houseCause you gonna need it woodieI told you boyI'm a souljah boyU.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy

(B.G. Talking)Slangin nineFo sho niggaThat's how we layin it down for the '98 all the way to the '99WorldwideSlangin nineAll you bus pass niggas better recognize

(B.G. Talking)You ain't got no muthafuckin heartGotta push a knife ????Slicing throats we doin it like that niggaAh ha, Ah haHow You Luv That now nigga?What's up now nigga?Talk that shit nowWhat, What's upI thought we was what kind of boysNigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha

(Juvenile Talking)I know yall gonna hear me all over the nationSo this is for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, overthe worldNigga ain't no beef niggaIt's bout moneyNigga if you ain't making no money I can't talk

(B.G. Talking)Shut the fuckNigga ain't got no words for yaIt's all about the fetti